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Destroyer of the Dao

The Divine Dao has manipulated the universe for eons, enforcing cycles of rebirth and ruin to prevent a prophesied threat. This celestial tyranny ignores the lives of trillions, all to stop a single man from the lower realm. Jhi Chen is that man. Armed with a blade capable of piercing the heavens and splitting the earth, he declares war on the heavens. Whether facing gods, demons, or the Dao itself, Jhi Chen vows to bring justice to all living beings by destroying the very fabric of the established order.
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Chapter 7

: The Hidden Truth of His Father

Jhi Chen was very happy when he felt such dense natural energy. He was sure he could break through.

"Is this the effect of a rank four sacred beast? But why is there something strange...?"

Jhi Chen focused on his body. "That's right, there's something strange. The natural energy from the sacred beast is not that much. Then where is this natural energy from?"

When Jhi Chen continued to observe, he finally found the source of such dense energy. It turned out it came from the broth he ate.

"Truly extraordinary. What kind of water did mother use to cook? It's truly amazing, producing such dense natural energy. I have to ask her. But now I have to quickly absorb it."

When Jhi Chen focused on absorbing, it turned out his dantian's appetite was too greedy. The energy was immediately devoured completely.

The lightning beast was very disappointed because it couldn't absorb everything. The energy had to be shared with the sun and stars.

Seeing the state of the lightning beast, Jhi Chen could only sigh helplessly.

"Your appetites are too big. Even with this much natural energy, it's still not enough to make a breakthrough even one level. I have to find my own resources. I can't keep relying on mother."

Because he didn't manage to break through, he finally turned his attention to the book given by Yan Saotian.

Jhi Chen saw the cover: Lion Dominating the Forest Fist.

When he opened the book, it was written:

Lion Dominating the Forest Fist is a noble-level technique. However, it can be cultivated by martial beginners. This is a unique technique. Its strength will increase along with the user.

However, if learned by martial beginners, this technique has very large requirements. Besides high understanding, the physical body must also be strong. If not, the risk is great.

The risk of bone fracture is only the lightest. If it's more serious, it can end in death.

However, if successful, this technique can kill opponents who are one rank stronger.

"The foreword is interesting. I want to see how difficult this technique is. With my high understanding and strong physical body, I should be able to learn it."

Two days later, Jhi Chen had mastered the Lion Dominating the Forest Fist technique.

"An interesting technique, but you have to pay a high price. Energy consumption is too large. If my energy is the same as other cultivators, it can only be used twice at most. Luckily I have abundant energy, four times that of cultivators of my level. I have to go out first. I want to test this technique. My room is too small, it could cause a commotion. And I also have to ask mother about the water she cooked with. If I can consume it more, maybe I can make another breakthrough."

When Jhi Chen came out of his private room, he saw his mother reading a book. Beside her, Krisik Ape was still focused on cultivating.

"I want to see what level that old ape can develop to. For him, the beast meat and that strange water must be more effective than for me," he muttered.

Then Jhi Chen approached his mother. He knelt down.

"The unfilial child greets mother."

Mu Xiao’er smiled warmly. "My good child, get up quickly. Mother has prepared food for you. Wait a moment, mother will get it."

Actually Jhi Chen wasn't hungry. Cultivators of his level no longer needed to eat and drink. However, he didn't want to make his mother sad. He ate heartily, knowing his mother worked very hard to provide food.

"Mother, I want to ask. Does father love us?" Jhi Chen asked with an innocent but serious face.

Mu Xiao’er turned, looking at her child gently. "Chen’er, why are you asking that? Your father loves us very much. But he has to leave us temporarily," she explained softly.

"Why does father have to leave us? Couldn't we go together?" Jhi Chen's voice sounded a little suppressed. "If father didn't leave us, mother wouldn't be this hard. Mother has to work hard to meet our needs. From now on, mother doesn't need to work hard anymore. Let me look for it. With my current strength, I can guarantee our needs. I also need a lot of resources, I don't want to trouble mother anymore."

Mu Xiao’er smiled faintly. "My good child. Mother doesn't feel troubled. You just focus on practicing," she said while stroking her child's head. "As for why your father left us? Because he has his own difficulties. If we go, it will only become a burden. So it's not that your father doesn't want to bring us, but mother doesn't want to go with him. Mother doesn't want to burden your father. Even though he can protect us, he is carrying out an important mission. If we go, his concentration will be divided. So it's not your father leaving us. Your father loves us very much. Never hate your father. When he returns, he will be happy to see his child who is good, diligent, handsome, strong, and smart like you."

"Mother, I don't hate father," Jhi Chen said while shaking his head slightly. "I just feel sorry for mother. Mother has to bear all the burdens, whereas I have a very strong father. I can see from his books, I learned a lot from the books that father left. There is no simple technique. Mother said father came from the Jhi clan. Yesterday I met someone. He said the Jhi clan is the strongest power in the entire vast martial world. Even just two people from that clan can wipe out one galaxy-ruling clan. One of them is named Jhi Tian. Whereas my father is also named Jhi Tian. Same clan, same name. I don't believe it's a coincidence. I'm sure the Jhi Tian that people are talking about is my father. Am I right?"

Mu Xiao’er was silent for a moment, then looked at her child deeply. "Chen’er, because you are smart, mother can't lie. It's true, the Jhi clan that people told you about is your father's clan. Your father's clan is very strong."

"Mother, if father's clan is very strong, why do we live in this remote place?" Jhi Chen asked with a dissatisfied tone. "Why don't we live with father's clan? Father is also called the strongest genius. Why do we have to live like this? Is it because mother is not a cultivator, so father's clan looks down on mother? Even though mother is a true physician. Very few people can match mother in treating diseases!"

Mu Xiao’er sighed long. "Chen’er, it's not as simple as you think," she replied calmly. "Although your father is very strong and respected in the Jhi clan, there are still those who hate him. There are always people jealous of his talent, and they are people with high positions. If we go there, they will make it difficult for us. That's why your father placed us here. Besides being safe, this place is also special. Many rare spirit plants help mother in medicine."

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